I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs
And listened to you dishing out your lies.
While sadly we gazed on the river
The booze was attacking my liver.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Gave way to neon and the noise of bars.
Love may sink by slow decay
For it was never meant to stay.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Is where the worm must make its meal.
Explaining Metaphysics to the nation
Is easier than suffering deflation.
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